Saturday, February 25, 2012


I think I've mentioned on here before about how much I hate spiders.

So you can imagine my reaction when I walked into my kitchen to make lunch and spotted this huge, black nasty thing on my kitchen table! (The only reason I didn't run screaming from the room was because my girls were already in there waiting for me, and as a general rule I try not to traumatize my children...) 

I knew that there was no way I was picking that thing up with only a couple of squares of toilet paper between my hand and it, and it was still a good two hours until Jake would be home from school to save me. I glanced frantically around the kitchen and finally spotted a plastic cup. Aha! I could trap it in the cup, slide a piece of paper underneath and then set the whole thing outside and let it crawl out in its own good time. I grabbed the cup, gathered my courage and crept slowly up behind it. But every time I got the cup within eight inches or so of the spider my skin would crawl, and I would shriek and dance back, all the while trying to reassure my girls that there really was nothing to be afraid of, Mommy is just a big ol' sissy when it comes to things with eight legs. Evie sat watching me with huge eyes and gasps of horror each time I screamed like a girl. (She feels the same way about insects as I do, which is why I was trying my hardest to be brave and set a good example.) Lila just looked confused, and after my third failed attempt she said, "Mom, that's just a lego."


 In my defense the kitchen lights were off and in the dim light it didn't look at all shiny or plastic. 

It looked very realistic.

You weren't there. 

It was really scary.


Sarah said...

ouch! My sides hurt from lauging so hard. I really really wish I had been there.

Mary said...

Oh my goodness, your posterity will thank you for recording this story!

Emilie said...


Sarah said...

I totally needed this laugh! Thanks for sharing it:)

Amanda said...

That is so funny!!

Dinee said...